i just need medication to combat this desolation of enforced isolation my mental deviation lends itself to this abbreviation of insular emotional deviation

even the birds give me fuck off stares as i pass them, beady eyes staring daggers into my own crooked maw of self destructive ambiguity and i am tired

so very tired

the chill wind carries a promise of shivering alone in this cast of isolationistic hedonism in self indulgence where every road leads to chemical incompetence

i just need new drugs to combat this feeling of existential dread where the anxiety and loneliness are waves battering the rowboat of my own fleeting daydreams